Katniss and Peeta: For you

It begins

Katniss POV

The silence follows  us inside. 

It's stifling, I want to scream, and cry and run all at once.

Unfamiliar faces follow us. Their eyes clinging to us, with so many man emotions, desperation fear, love and hate. But they keep their distance. 

They keep their distance from the dangerous, possibly insane victors, hero to the rebellion.

"I don't want to see anyone right now Peeta." I whisper as I take his arm. 

"Okay." He tells me. "We can head to our room, we'll see everyone tomorrow."

"Thank you." I say.

The memories flood back as we walk, everywhere we go reminds us of our past in the games.

But this time, we don't have Haymitch and Effie hear, helping us through it.

We're victors, survivors and heroes of war. But we're still kids.

Kids who naturally crave family love and safety.

Kids who currently don't have that love.

A sob escapes my lips, strangled and broken, like the wings of this mockingjay.

I feel Peeta's arms encircle me guiding me into the elevator, my sobs continue as I struggle to bring air into my lungs. 

Peeta hums into my ear, a random tune he most likely made up, but  it softens the loudness of the sobs.

We end up lying on the couch, my sobs turn to sniffles as we lay there, my leg screams from the bullet wound, but that's easy to ignore, unlike the turmoil I feel.

"I thought this would be easier." I admit. "I mean, we've been here before, why is it still so hard?"

"Pain doesn't go away Katniss." Peeta tells me. "We're always going to have this inside us."

"Worst pep talk ever." I mumble, burying my face in the couch.

"It doesn't go away, but it does get easier to handle." He continues.

"Thank god you're here." I say, pulling deeper into his warmth.

I mean it, more than anything. Peeta is what has gotten me through this true nightmare. Not hope, or a need for vengeance. It was my love for Peeta. that kept me going, and that's what will always keep me going.

"I'm not going any where." He says, as sleep pulls me under. "I'll always be here."

Sun shines through the windows, forcing me awake, my back protests as I stand. Scolding me for spending the night, curled up on a couch.

Someone knocks on the door, causing Peeta to literally jump off the couch, his fists raised.

"Peeta! Its okay!" I say, taking his hands and forcing him to lower his fists. "We're safe."

He nods, and runs his hands through his hair. "You should probably answer the door." He mumbles sleepily.

A unfamiliar stylist group is on the other side. Totting makeup bags and outfits.

They do their work in silence, so different from my old stylist group. Twisting my hair, flicking powder onto my face. While staying entirely  quiet, their faces plastered with seriousness. 

Oddly, this makes me miss my old team and their aggravating, useless chatter. Somehow the missing noise makes this place feel alien.

I stare at myself in the mirror. They did my hair in my signature braid, and dusted my lips with a sparkly gloss. My dress is a knee length sparkly silver dress with a flared skirt and a red sash.

"Still putting on a show." Peeta sighs, his voice dripping with disgust.

I turn to smile at him. His hairs been done the same way as his first interview, and he wears a dark purple suit with a black tie.

"Well lucky for them, we're gorgeous." I say, attempting to smile.

He forces a smile back at me. His eyes still shining, despite his fear.

"Stay with me?" I ask, as we both turn to face the mirror.

"Always." he says. His eyes finding mine in the mirror.

And I know what he says is true.

Yeah this was super short. sorry about that, but its late and i'm going to Edmonton  early tomorrow. Hopefully i'll be able to write in Edmonton it depends on the wifi situation.